“This has to go.” A mans voice says just before the razor cuts away the first strip of hair covering my pussy. XXX I will my thoughts back to the present and try to discern anything that might help me to recognize my destination. The solace is fleeting, however, when I feel rough hands turn me over, and begin shredding my clothes until I have nothing covering me but whatever it is that has blocked out the light so effectively. The gesture is comforting in an odd way. Once I have expelled all that I can, I am shocked that someone has come in to clean me up.
